Woodcutter
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.
Sunflower.
Burn down my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.
Change inside my dreamings
into my birds.
Inside my dreamings
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.
